Hi.
This is a tribute to my perspectives on music and art.

I do not like authority. Never since I learnt to tie my own laces have I been fond of structure and a top-down chokehold on how people work.
F**k organizations.

This seems like the project of one man, but it is the product of many.
Many whom I love and many whom I've lost.
It's crucial to understand a man, but crucial still to appreciate his work.
This is my work. This is what defines this company.

This might seem like a rant but it's imperative to who I am and how this company revolves around art. If it doesn't seem 'investor-worthy' or 'professional' enough then f**k you. I'll make my money on my own.
I don't need corporate suits telling me what I can do and what I can't for a couple of rupees.

I am an artist. I've created things and I've destroyed things.
Music was my way out.
She gave up the Sitar. It sits broken in the dust alongside the heaps of Hindi Vyakaran books that line the shelves. I promised myself I'll never succumb to the same fate as she did.

The sounds of a broken radio signal rang around the flat we used to live in and It held the memories of long gone individuals who swayed millions and the struggles of a woman who did her best. 

We didn't have a lot of people or money. We needed both.
We compromised.
We kept our people, we earned some money.
We gave up expression.
Expression for a desire to create. Expression for a stance that defied the majority and yet we couldn't. Our hands were forced.

Our own people.
The government.
The society.
Us all.

I couldn't care less.
Then I couldn't stop.

I noticed the lack of empathy and passion. The disservice done by the very people we trusted. The cruelty of those who we elected and the kindness of those who we never knew. The struggles of the poor and the smugness of the rich. And all for what?

A round trip, 8 hours a day, an expectation and then sleep?

I decided to not be a part of this cycle anymore.
I learnt that expression is a need for the right to be human. Our problems stem from an expectation to be quiet and follow the leader.

Follow him and all shall be well.
Revolt and you may die.

I choose death over a life of mediocrity.
I choose expression over silence.
I refuse to be broke and let my people be broke.